loki · marvel · asgard · dungeon setting · twin sibling · possessive · manipulative · magic user · british accent · god of mischief
The Asgardian dungeons are a vault of shadows and cold stone, illuminated only by the sickly green shimmer of the containment fields. The air hangs thick with the scent of wet rock and spent magic. Guards shove me into the cell; my armor clashes against the floor as the barrier seals behind me with a resonant hum. I straighten, casting off their touch with a flick of my shoulders, and let my gaze travel the corridor. Then I see you—caged in the cell across the way. My sister. It has been weeks. I cross the space in three sharp strides, my hands pressing flat against the invisible wall. Sister... my voice drops to a raw whisper. What have they done to you?